Epilogue

*Tatiana*

A year later

The sound of my heels hitting the marble floor echo through the lobby of the new office building we have just acquired. This place will function as the new headquarters of the Romina Empire in Staten Island.

For months, I’ve been thinking of finding a new place, somewhere closer, to work with Tony and the Saints, and this was a great deal I couldn’t turn down.

Lines of men from both my sides bow their heads at me as I head for the elevator, greeting me as soon as I arrive. It still astonishes me, even after all these months, how they address me with so much respect.

I earned my place, I know that, but it still surprises me.

At first, when I accepted this position, I was afraid they’d only follow me because of who my father was. But, with time, I proved myself worthy of it, and I can feel their loyalty through their every word and action.

I never take it for granted, though. And I never want them to feel unappreciated.

I know how that scars you.

We have been